Well, the fact is,
we are magical.
All of us.
And we will see it
in any medium we engage with —
clay or iron or words,
seed or song or smiles —
Each will yield its magic
in response to ours
And the voice that scoffed,
“Be real,” was just the screech
of chains, the wing-clipping
croak of bondage and despair.
It holds no place
in our right mind.
It is befitting
that we bring magic
to all we do,
that we call forth
profound cooperation,
hitherto unseen gifts
from what we work with,
that we be magical.
It is the secret key of wisdom,
forged in love,
and it is real.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2013